The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷 |
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Exit Cloten . Pisanio , thou that stand ' st so for Posthumus ! - - He hath a drug of
mine : I pray , his absence Proceed by swallowing that ; for he believes It is a
thing most precious . But for her , Where is she gone ? Haply , despair hath seiz '
d ...
Exit Cloten . Pisanio , thou that stand ' st so for Posthumus ! - - He hath a drug of
mine : I pray , his absence Proceed by swallowing that ; for he believes It is a
thing most precious . But for her , Where is she gone ? Haply , despair hath seiz '
d ...
第128页
Cym . My tears , that fall , Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen , Thy mother ' s dead
. Imo . I am sorry for ' t , my lord . Cym . O , she was naught ; and ' long of her it
was , That we meet here so strangely : But her son Is gone , we know not how ,
nor ...
Cym . My tears , that fall , Prove holy water on thee ! Imogen , Thy mother ' s dead
. Imo . I am sorry for ' t , my lord . Cym . O , she was naught ; and ' long of her it
was , That we meet here so strangely : But her son Is gone , we know not how ,
nor ...
第249页
There ' s a great spirit gone ! Thus did I desire it : What our contempts do often
hurl from us , We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure , By revolution lowering
, does become The opposite of itself : she ' s good , being gone ; The hand could
...
There ' s a great spirit gone ! Thus did I desire it : What our contempts do often
hurl from us , We wish it ours again ; the present pleasure , By revolution lowering
, does become The opposite of itself : she ' s good , being gone ; The hand could
...
第314页
Friends , be gone ; ! ! I have myself resolv ' d upon a course , Which has no need
of you ; be gone : My treasure ' s in the harbour , take it . - 0 , I follow ' d that I
blush to look upon : My very hairs do mutiny ; for the white Reprove the brown for
...
Friends , be gone ; ! ! I have myself resolv ' d upon a course , Which has no need
of you ; be gone : My treasure ' s in the harbour , take it . - 0 , I follow ' d that I
blush to look upon : My very hairs do mutiny ; for the white Reprove the brown for
...
第352页
Our strength is all gone into heaviness , That makes the weight : Had I great Juno
' s power , The strong - wing ' d Mercury should fetch thee up , And set thee by
Jove ' s side . Yet come a little , Wishers were ever fools ; — 0 , come , come ...
Our strength is all gone into heaviness , That makes the weight : Had I great Juno
' s power , The strong - wing ' d Mercury should fetch thee up , And set thee by
Jove ' s side . Yet come a little , Wishers were ever fools ; — 0 , come , come ...
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第193页 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
第193页 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
第194页 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
第196页 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
第145页 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
第194页 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
第197页 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
第232页 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
第147页 - Would he were fatter : — But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
第188页 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...